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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 34026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Aang had told him he shouldn’t have told Katara that he wished she was dead. Almost everyone the Airbender knew and loved was gone. All life was sacred. Death was not something you wished on anyone. Sokka callously reminded him that he had been raised by monks at temple. He’d never had a mother so he didn’t know what it was like to lose one. He’d never had a family so he didn’t have to deal with shame of having a traitorous whore for a sister.
That was six days ago. Aang hadn’t spoken to him since. Katara had been tossed in jail with them a few days later. Three days ago she disappeared. Sokka wasn’t too worried because he hadn’t seen Zuko either. The morning they re-boarded the Ursa Sokka saw Zuko. He was with Mai.
His little sister was not with him.
Everyone he asked said they had not seen her. It was then he remembered Chu-hua telling the magistrate to be sure that he and Aang didn’t disappear from the jail after the man commented it was rare to have prisoners that young. The day before Katara vanished one of jailers mentioned something about getting a good price for that one. That night when Ty Lee delivered him to the Commander Huang’s room he didn’t even think about what the man was doing to him. He lay there, cheeks spread then mouth open, worrying about Katara.
Even the acrid taste of semen did not mask the foul taste left in his mouth by what could have happened to his sister and those could have been the last words he would ever say to her.

Everyone agreed Zuko had seemed more like his old self since he put the Waterbender in prison. He was the newly redeemed prince everyone expected him to be. He woke up early and spent most of his time Firebending, reading, practicing his swordsmanship or meeting with the town’s officials. He too had learned to how to keep up appearances.
Mai waited until he was in a good mood, after sword practice, to approach him, “Hello Zuko.”
“Hello Mai,” he said quietly.
“I’m sorry about my insensitivity the last time we spoke. I didn’t know about your loss,” she said quietly. Azula had told her about what was in Waterbender’s medical records. The peasant really had lost Zuko’s child and it was unlikely she would ever have another.
He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. His lips twisted into a sad smile, “Father would have terminated it anyway. He told me not to get her pregnant. There’s a chance he would have allowed her to carry it to term then killed it in front of us as punishment. That is if he was in a good mood. Otherwise he would have made me kill my own living breathing child after I’d held it. In a way what I did was kinder.”
“Zuko,” Mai said putting her hand on his arm. He didn’t knock it away so she took it as a good sign.
Zuko looked at his former girlfriend. Her wrist was still wrapped. He burned her just like he burned that woman in the bathroom. He lifted her hand and undid the bandages, “I’m sorry for burning you Mai. I never meant to hurt you. I was just so sad and angry at myself for what I’d done.”
“It’s healed, Zuko. This is only a precaution so I don’t scar. It wasn’t that bad considering…” she stopped when she saw the tortured expression on Zuko’s face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”
“I’m still sorry for burning you. I lost control and you suffered for it,” Zuko let go of her wrist thinking of the dead woman. Her wrist had been untouched by his flames.
“I know what would make it feel better,” she teased.
Zuko raised his brow at her. He should have known she was going to ask for something. He sighed, “What do you want Mai?”
“I want you to have dinner with me. Nothing fancy just somewhere quiet where the two of us can talk. I realize I’ve left you with a poor impression of me and I want to change that,” she answered.
Zuko nodded and agreed to have dinner in her hotel suite. The meal was pleasant. They reminisced about growing up and schemed of many ways to repay Ty Lee and Azula for all the trouble they got them into as children. At the end of the evening Mai gave him a kiss and they made plans to have lunch the next day. Lunch turned into another dinner and that turned into another lunch and that turned into another dinner and soon it was time to leave the city.
On the way out of town Zuko stopped in front of the restaurant where he’d killed that woman. It was open for business and appeared as if nothing had happened.
Mai slipped her hand into his and spoke as if nothing had happened, “Come on, Zuko, you’ll get left.”
He tightened his hand around hers and allowed her to lead him back to the ship. Each snide comment and callous remark she made about their surroundings and the stewards loading the ship reminded him that some things really don’t change. They had dinner in his quarters and each delicious morsel threatened to rise back up as if to remind him that Mai was not the woman he should be dining with.

On Sokka’s fifth night of being back on the ship, Commander Huang tried something different. The soldier used his mouth on his penis. His testicles erupted like an over stewed sea prune. On the seventh night Commander Huang turned him into a woman by introducing Sokka to his prostate gland. He came all over the bastard’s hand. Three nights later it was the man’s stomach.
It was the spirits way of punishing him for what he said to Katara. He’d accused her of happily spreading her legs and rolling over for Zuko. The day before Haru and Tyro were executed Azula had taken him into the room beside Zuko’s and forced him to listen to what the jerkbender was doing to his sister.
Katara wasn’t screaming. She was moaning. When she did scream it wasn’t in pain or because she was hurting. Zuko was saying he loved her and how good she felt moving beneath him. Commander Huang hadn’t told him he loved him. He hoped the man never did, but he’d moaned, moved, and orgasmed as a result of the man’s vile actions in spite of the effort he made not to.
He came for him just has Katara had come for Zuko.
Sokka only hoped that one day he’d get a chance to apologize to his sister. He’d once begged for Yue to make the pain go away. Spending time in Commander Huang’s quarters made him miss it. Agony was a more appropriate feeling for unwanted anal penetration not a slow build up of tension in his loins, a tightening of his balls and the jellylike feeling after ejaculation.
This was a different type of agony; a torture that should not be visited on any human. His father, Bato, Taruk and several others had explained there was a downside to being a man. Men were two headed and the heads often conflicted. There were some things about the lower head that the upper head just had to accept. The lower head did not care if it was bouncing along in loosely tied wraps while riding in a cart next to its grandmother so long as it felt good. The upper may have been absolutely mortified and ready to take a penguin dive off the closest iceberg but it had to get over it; that was the lower head. It had the instincts of an Antarctic hen, if anything moved nearby it jumped.
He wondered if Katara was somewhere with someone who made her wish for the horrors she’d become accustomed to or if she was even in this world.

Mai was smiling when she and Zuko returned to the Ursa; the Waterbender was still missing. They had meals in each other’s suites and spent the day observing the boring nothingness of the ocean. If it became too tedious they engaged in just as boring games of Pai Sho. Zuko was such a terrible player but it made her happy to let him win.
Their relationship progressed physically and now there touches to go with the kisses. Everything was as it should be; almost, at this stage in their relationship girlfriends had certain duties. It angered her that Zuko attempted to push her away when she tried to fulfill them. It made her all the more determined to carry them out even though the tastes of his penis disgusted her. She would not be undone by some barbarian whore even if her savage upbringing taught it was acceptable to imbibe a man’s semen.
Mai felt a huge sense of accomplishment and relief when Zuko remained content to ejaculate in her hand after she’d sucked him. She was even more grateful for the ocean water they bathed in each day; unlike the purified water in Soizin the salty twang made putting her mouth on him slightly more palatable.

Zuko had forgotten there was a sweet side to Mai. She had snuck into his quarters every night after the death of his mother bringing fruit she’d stolen from trees in her backyard or leftovers she’d taken from the rubbish bin. Her mother didn’t want to her to get fat so she limited her diet and refused to believe that her child asked for more out of genuine hunger. They’d eat that and a few hours later they’d sneak down to the kitchens. Taiga always pretended she didn’t see them although she never complained when food she prepared supposedly for herself went missing.
He couldn’t have gotten through the dark days after his mother’s death without her. He mostly wouldn’t not have been able to put up a brave front after taking a woman’s life without her as a distraction.
The Ursa set sail, and docked once more. Mai was right beside him but his heart still yearned for Katara. He cried himself to sleep each night wishing he could hold her, talk to her and to simply see her smile again.

The days after Katara’s kidnapping were a blur.
She was kept drugged and chained. Her new owner fed, washed, and fucked her. During her rare moments of lucidity she almost thought she could feel water all around her. When he did remove her blindfold he was masked and all she saw was an ordinary cabin that could have belonged to any man with enough means to purchase a young girl the night she’d debuted as a whore.
This new arrangement made her start to miss Zuko; at least he talked to her and allowed her mind to remain clear.

The Ursa set sail once more and continued its journey North. This was a larger city and they’d be docked for a week instead the short time it took to resupply. The easy pattern he was establishing with Mai settled into a comfortable routine. Weeks passed by in her company but he missed Katara. He and Mai spoke, but their conversations were of little importance whereas he could talk to Katara and cover a wide range of topics in a few sentences. Mai excused his bad behavior but Katara would have called him out on it.
Mai kissed him often and allowed him to touch her breasts while she jerked him off. She had even insisted on blowing him despite his best effort to dissuade her. She literally grabbed his hands and held them when he tried to push her head away from his crotch but there was no passion in her actions; only determination to fulfill her womanly duty. Things were just like they were before they broke up. They each did what they were expected to do as an engaged couple except have sex. Mai was a great friend but each day made Zuko see they were more incompatible as a couple than he’d realized. He was glad they were still such good terms even though they were still split up.
Resentment and hostility would have made their remaining betrothal period and future marriage more awkward. But his time with Mai had a downside; she’d become clingy. It was getting more and more difficult to sleep away from her.

Katara wasn’t sure how many days passed before she felt herself once again being carried and placed into a carriage. When they stopped no one welcomed them to a hotel. She heard the sound of keys rattling. She woke up on a couch and there was a note of the table that said “Welcome to your new home. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back shortly.”
She tried the doors, but they were locked from the outside and required a key to open; so did the windows. The kitchen was small but tidy so was the bathroom and bedroom. It didn’t look like the home of someone rich enough to buy a woman, but it could have been purchased for the exclusive purpose of enslaving a woman while he and his wife lived elsewhere.
She tried the faucets in the kitchen and bathrooms they worked but she couldn’t feel the water flowing from them - the drugs.
Katara sobbed realizing she had been given bending suppressants. Zuko had sold her to someone who didn’t want her to bend. There was a chance she’d never see her brother or Aang again. Sokka wouldn’t survive without Zuko making sure he was fed and treated humanely. Aang would live out the rest of his days alone in Fire Nation custody mostly likely a blind mute without any limbs. At least Mu would take care of Appa, but his children would be a part of the Fire Nation war machine.
The door opened and a woman walked in.
“Hello, where am I? What day is it? Who owns this home?” Katara asked politely.
She turned up her nose at Katara then stocked the kitchen without speaking a single word. Another woman came and stocked the empty closets with robes and linens. She too left without saying a word. Shortly after they left she heard the sound of someone chopping wood. A boy close to Aang’s age brought it in. When she repeated the questions she asked the women he at least smiled at her and said, “I am sorry Miss, but I am not allowed to say anything.”
Katara cried herself to sleep waiting on the home’s owner to show up.

Arraye: Thank you for your feedback. I’m glad the different perspective shows why Zuko thinks the way he does. It is a common practice for wardens to sell prisoners. They usually mask the deed by saying the prisoner escaped. It’s why Zuko sent Suki to the Boiling Rock. The warden never had any “escapes” so he knew she would be safer there than the other jails.
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